[Representing our national economy]
Being in the prime of my youth, hale and hearty
Then known by people as “vache grasse”
Providing milk to people at large
Among dales and valleys, I use to graze
Not always the period of “vache grasse” remains
Milking in excess makes me hapless
Until skinny I become, then who cares
At this juncture I am known as “vache maigre”
During my hey days, I become cash cow
Some holds me by the horns vigorously
While others milk me happily and excessively
Not caring for my health but lured by milk
What if my tongue comes out with weary?
Through thick and thin, I always stand by them
Money talks for the milk sellers at all cost
Wealth, not my health, do they consider
Learn to use me judiciously, with great care
My bones are weakening day in day out
My fall is the fall of you all, without exception
Let me please graze where the grass is greener
Do not become over-generous to my detriment
Let me grow fatter and fatter with full vigor
Spare to put me at highest bid at this moment
Do not give me a slow death, think for the future
Cassam Tupsy
